[ It's not really sustainable, this level of stress. He's eating irregularly, sleeping little. His mind likes to kick into top gear at the slightest provocation, and the longer this situation goes on, the worse he's equipped even to keep up, much less rein it in. Meanwhile, the drive to figure out what happened to him, to know who he is, is skirting dangerously close to obsession.
Frankly, it's exhausting.
Now, to Qubit's credit, he is aware that he feels like garbage, and that this can't be good for him. He knows he's handling the situation poorly, but how else is he supposed to handle it? How do you troubleshoot a missing sense of self?
... Maybe what he needs is some peace and quiet. Someplace he can go to clear his head. Someplace... organic. The near-constant hum of technology through his "sixth sense" (for lack of a better term) is starting to become background noise, but it still gets distracting at times.
That's what brings him down to the ground floor, to the big park in the atrium. As he'd suspected, the hum fades to silence before he's even twenty steps in, and he lets out a long sigh. ]
Schließlich.
[ Now if he can just get his thoughts down to that volume, he'll be golden. ]
for Elleru
Frankly, it's exhausting.
Now, to Qubit's credit, he is aware that he feels like garbage, and that this can't be good for him. He knows he's handling the situation poorly, but how else is he supposed to handle it? How do you troubleshoot a missing sense of self?
... Maybe what he needs is some peace and quiet. Someplace he can go to clear his head. Someplace... organic. The near-constant hum of technology through his "sixth sense" (for lack of a better term) is starting to become background noise, but it still gets distracting at times.
That's what brings him down to the ground floor, to the big park in the atrium. As he'd suspected, the hum fades to silence before he's even twenty steps in, and he lets out a long sigh. ]
Schließlich.
[ Now if he can just get his thoughts down to that volume, he'll be golden. ]